A breeze that swept from the land to the sea caught her; the robes flapped and snapped about her form and her hair riled and reached for the horizon. Whether by chance or by purpose she noticed the lone, dark clad figure, brooding in the evening atmosphere. Likely it was that the wind had carried the scent of peppermint to him; her favorite oil, always applied daintily to her neck.Â
The discovery of her presence was inevitable; and so she took her time and made her way closer to greet who she knew was her quarry.
The discovery of her presence was inevitable; and so she took her time and made her way closer to greet who she knew was her quarry.
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